Women Who Don’t Bite Their Tongues: Writing Workshop Celebrates More Than Thirty Years On a recent October morning, the Madwomen in the Attic poetry workshop began with an argument. A student shared a poem written by […]
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As he sits back locked in his room isolating himself from the world he cradles back and forth too afraid to even think as if it will harm him so just as himself he also keeps […]
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My name is Huang Xiang. I was born in 1941 on December 26 in Wugang in Guidong county Hunan province. My father was a general. I was raised by my paternal grandparents. China was so was […]
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In mid-April 1989, thousands of Chinese citizens poured into Beijing’s Tiananmen Square, mourning the death of prodemocracy leader Hu Yaobang. Over the next seven weeks, the peaceful, student-led demonstration swelled to more than 100,000 people—one of […]
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Translated by Michelle Yeh 1. So far away only broken pieces of paper flying So close by right underneath the feet It’s always the same moment Ever since that night all has lost its meaning the […]
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Translated by Michelle Yeh On April 25, 2009, I received a phone call from Sampsonia Way asking me to comment on the twentieth anniversary of the Tiananmen Massacre (or “June Fourth” to the Chinese). First of […]
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In November 2004, a friend asked Pittsburgh dentist Owen Cantor, “Do you want to see a poet read a house?” He had no idea it would change his life. “There on the north side, a Chinese […]
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